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Come Down Under! Living the Australian Life
From the Heart of a Young Muslim Girl I’m a Muslim girl and I live in Australia, but whenever a person that recognizes me as a Muslim starts to curse and swear at me and my religion, I feel scared and unsafe. It hurts me to see people in the world whose kindness changes into anger and hatred when fueled by false information. Not all people are bad but most are, because they believe the false allegations they read or hear about Muslims and Islam instead of finding out for themselves. People always try to give a name to Islam and the followers of Islam, Muslims, and that name is TERRORIST. Islam is all about peace and does not allow terrorism at all! Islam is the complete opposite of terrorism, yet we Muslims are discriminated by the public calling us terrorists. I want to grow up as a normal teenager just like other teens. We are all the same. I can’t go out as much because people will curse, swear, and maybe do more to me because I am a Muslim. But I am proud of who I am and I just wish people would understand what Islam is really about. I live a great life apart from that. I am happy as a Muslim and I love my religion more than anything in the world. My faith is what keeps me going every day and I respect all the other religions around me.
A Memory… Now it is different. We Australians have lost our green. *Kookaburra: A bird native to Australia whose call sounds remarkably like human laughter.
I love writing and I'm a vegetarian. Most people think us Aussies live in kangaroo pouches and love Fosters beer. Seriously, most of us don't even acknowledge Fosters! My life here so far has been a typical one, family, school, and friends with the odd cow thrown in. I'm the shyest person you'll ever meet and I keep my circle of friends very close. We are allowed to hang out in an empty classroom, tons of people still come in even if they get told off by the ‘Bogmeister’—he’s our resident humorous authority figure who likes to throw in his two cents. In my opinion my school is HUGE and it took me about two weeks to get to know the place, but hidden away there are some great people and teachers. Personally, I love English, art, and agriculture. Now I hear some of you saying “Oooh, they really do that bogan* stuff after all.” At first, I joined this class so I could get to know some of my friends better, but I actually started to enjoy the manual labor after a while. Now for some stuff at the opposite end of the table. Last time I saw an American in the flesh they threw a "G'day" my way, laughing. I threw it right back at them just so they could throw a peach at my face. Now if I could relive that moment I would shove something worse than a peach in their face. Next time you see an Aussie, throw them a friendly "Hi," and keep those peaches in your pockets and we'll do the same for you. *Bogan: unsophisticated or lower class
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